It's Been a While...

10 months in fact. Not 10 months since I last wrote, although it feels like that long, but 10 months since I started dating Dean. We are, in fact, still together. I don't even feel like explaining about the whole "gay" ordeal...that is long since passed and we are still madly in love as we were so long ago. Wow, 10 months. It feels like it's been forever...but it's only just begun.

Life moves slowly sometimes. I don't always see Dean. We get to see each other only on the weekends, and that's when we're lucky. We argue, a lot...probably not as much as some couples, but most likely more than others.

Other times, life's fun and exciting. We hang out around downtown Vancouver or Portland. We go out to see movies, in 3-D! (This is super cool for me because I never got to see a 3-D movie growing up. I saw a couple of the shows with the red and blue paper glasses with my friends on like the special features of stuff, but never a 3-D movie in a theater.) He makes me try new things, like sushi. I don't really like it, but I go do it with him because he loves it. We're going to Disneyland for my birthday. I've never been there before. We do all sorts of fun stuff.

And tomorrow, we're starting our family. Well, not the way it sounds. We're buying our first real "us" pet - a hamster! He had a service dog before, a Welsh Corgi named Maverick. We had to give him away though. He was mostly Dean's dog instead of mine. I didn't get to spend a whole lot of time for him, even though I loved him to death. But we're buying the hammy together. A cute little Djungarian girl named Minny, after one of my favorite characters in Thornton Wilder's "The Matchmaker." I changed the spelling, but I give credit to Wilder for the namesake.

I've got my own apartment with my brother now. Our friend Spencer lives on our couch. And Dean and I get to spend almost every weekend together, along with our Minny. Life is grand. We both have jobs, we both love each other very much, and we're both looking forward to spending life together. He's my boy, plain and simple. Soon, he should be back home in Vancouver with me for good, and I can't wait until we can move into our own place. Life is getting good again.

Random thought of the day: How many shades darker does a turkey get when it's cooked?